كلمات Preys

This faith as frantic as the common mind as pedantic as the bottom line so count your sins reform control the idle negates so watch as the witches get burnt away, internally correlate sin to passion desire is flame reilluminate thought don't watch as the fire fly burns away internally and dies you bow before the webs you weave I ask just this, of minds retrieved "how can senses so delicate not detect the arrant taste of bullshit at the bottom of the ambrosia bowl" appalling how it keeps revolving and falling further from resolving the solemn burden of absolving our design, my desire to step within these limitations which tempt my nerve and test my patience and apprehend the seemingly divine as I pray, god preys, I pray, god preys I will prey on you wait, don't you know ignorance is beautiful (when you lie) how the shame called your name "Liar"